Middle-Earth Fanfiction Awards

Closure

Author: Wormwood
Nominator: Altariel
2011 Award Category: Drabble Series: Men - Honorable Mention

Story Type: Drabble : Length: Drabble Series
Rating: General -- Reason for Rating: N/A
Summary: Two drabbles x 100 words Denethor still lingers.


Reviewed by: Elleth -- Score: 7

Wormwood has a very clear and lyrical style that fits extremely well with the subject at hand - Denethor, as a ghost, lingering in Middle-earth. All in all, this double-drabble has a strongly visual component woven around fire, literal, metaphorical and metaphysical, and light and clarity: The manner of Denethor's death makes the first obvious and almost necessary, the second, as the opposite, and tied to life, or the transition from one state to another, a logical complement: [the clarity of his last living moments], [the beam of sunlight pushing in between the frame and the door]. Lovely, fitting, lyrical and with a great deal of thought behind it, not to mention the palpable hesitation from Denethor's side eventually leading to a tear-jerker ending with a sort-of reconcilation of Faramir and Denethor in sleep. With Faramir [sleeping alone] in old age, it can be surmised that Eowyn has passed away already, drawing a final parallel between Faramir and his father that probably helps bridge the differences or distances. Wonderfully done.

Reviewed by: The Lauderdale -- Score: 6

Since before human history we have relied on artifacts to remember our dead, everything from locks of hair, to portraits, to photos, to film. What does Faramir have? A crappy crystal ball with his father's burning hands on permanent loop. Faramir knows that he can have [No closure - no certain answers]. All he can do is live his life. But unbeknownst to Faramir, Denethor lingers, keeping his distance lest some sixth sense of an unquiet ghost's agony trouble his living son. In the end, though, Denethor is unable to abstain from touching a, now much older, Faramir. Inference gives us some idea of how much time has past between Faramir's pacing in the tower room and that [indigo-blue night] when Denethor's resolve finally breaks. It's a beautiful moment, perfectly set up by these two exquisite drabbles, tenderly conveying the magnitude of a father's love and the measure of his self-restraint.

Reviewed by: Altariel -- Score: 4

Two interconnected drabbles about the ["scorch-mark"] that Denethor's death left upon the life of his surviving son. Faramir is able to follow the path laid out by ["the beam of sunlight pushing in between the frame and the door"], but Denethor lingers, and ["the stench of his agony made people shiver if he came too close"]. These are delicately constructed drabbles, the images in each playing off each other, the resolution satisfactory, but with more than a hint of regret and an indication of later loss and a shared experience of widowerhood (Faramir sleeps ["alone"]). Beautiful work as ever.

Reviewed by: Dwimordene -- Score: 4

There are days when I love the fact that Middle-earth has such capacity for ghosts and the movements of powers we don't normally accept as real in our lives. It allows for reconciliation to take the time it needs. Faramir, with his duties and his own affairs to tackle, keeps us grounded: he isn't looking for the unlikely or impossible from his father, and so in a way, guarantees the conditions needed for Denethor finally to to reconcile himself with his deeds and try to meet Faramir again on different terms. Love it!

Reviewed by: Darkover -- Score: 3

Very vivid and sad. Denethor cannot go back, and cannot go on. The imagery is well-written and sometimes rather graphic. With luck, maybe when Faramir passes on, Denethor will realize that all that is holding him here, in-between, is himself. This is a thoughtful, well done tale.

Reviewed by: Adonnen Estenniel -- Score: 3

An extremely beautiful look at Denethor and Faramir, two character who perhaps needed closure of some sort more than any other. The nature of these two scene is lovely and haunting, creating the perfect atmosphere for Wormwood's most excellent storytelling.

Reviewed by: Linda Hoyland -- Score: 3

Two beautiful, haunting and rather chilling drabbles, the perfect read for autumn nights. Faramir will forever wonder just what led his father to act as he did. It seems very plausible that Denethor's spirit might linger to try to find some closure himself for in his relationship with his younger son, Faramir.

Reviewed by: Azalais -- Score: 3

These two beautifully balanced moments display Wormwood's familiar combination of delicate touch and powerful emotional punch. The imagery of fire is horribly vivid: "[Perhaps it was wrath that scorched the image of his father's burning hands into the seeing-stone forever.]"; Denethor's spirit as ["a scorch-mark in time"]. Yet the closure is gentle and very, very moving; the idea that ["The man he sees sleeping alone is older than he ever was"] brings a lump to my throat.

Reviewed by: Wtiger -- Score: 2

The second drabble is an interesting perspective of Denethor's regret and perhaps redemption. A refreshing POV.

Reviewed by: Phyncke -- Score: 2

So much said in a short moment highlighted. Really interesting choice for what we see of Faramir.